March 28, 2011

A month between updating a hockey blog during the stretch run of the season is no way to operate, and it's also a good way to alienate both of your loyal readers. I apologize to you, Cregg and Karen. You guys are our biggest fans. (Cregg and Karen are my parents and if they actually have ever figured out how to stumble across this site without setting the house on fire, well, it's not possible so I hope my childhood home is still intact.)

I haven't balanced the working life with the writing life. I'm not going to say I've been too busy, because we all are, but during the non-busy times I haven't had the slightest desire to write anything. This sounds familiar. I think I might've said something like this 6 months ago..........no -- I think that was Scott Niedermayer. Might have even been Rob Niedermayer. Whatever. Point is, I'm just letting you know that we're moving onto other stuff now from daily (haha) writing, so, thanks for reading. We might still post videos or something, but my main point here is that TTD is on my back burner and I'm putting my imaginary blogging pen down.

It's been real. We appreciate every nice thing that any of you have said to us personally or about the site. Three years ago I started this site thinking that I had a lot of shit to say and that I liked to write, but subconsciously it was probably because there was a missing connection with bat-shit crazy Wings fans from my real life. Over the following three years, I never would have expected to make dozens of new friends with people that were just as awkwardly insane about Red Wings hockey as myself. In fact that would be a ridiculous thing to expect, which is why you people are so cool. I consider many of you to be more than just 21st century pen pals. This has been above and beyond anything I would have imagined.

55 comments:

You guys do what you have to do. Real life happens. It's been a great run and you're obvious first-ballot HOFers. Your groundbreaking cereal-related blogging alone earns you that honor, as far as I'm concerned. But you said some pretty funny shit about hockey, too.

This is a weird trivial thing to stick with me, but the youth/experience analysis of that Drew Miller goal makes me chuckle every time I see a Touch of Gray ad.

Random aside, "things that could sound creepy but really aren't meant to be" division: just yesterday I was marveling at the fact that I have as many photos of you guys on my phone as pictures of my own mother. (Four. I'm just really bad at deleting pictures.)

So, I'll see you all around and on the Twitter and it's been awesome and hugs and crap.

I'm choosing to blame Brent for this (as everything is his fault anyway-the hate is returning)! Seriously though, you will be missed. I'll tell you the same thing I told Kyle: I will be happy to see you come back to your blog, but I enjoyed everything you put into it even if you don't come back. Thanks for the world class enjoyment along the way!!

I like the move. Not that I like that you're saying that you're not going to write because I've hated that, but I like that now if I ever see anything from you guys, it's an awesome present; it'll be like finding a $20 in the pocket of some pants you can just now fit into for the first time or a long-lost Hot Wheels car in the shoe you just picked up to chuck at the picture of Joffrey Lupul on your television.

Sad stuff. Even when I was busy I'd always make time to read TTD word for word, always worth the time. And trust me, I skim almost everything I read. Hell, I skim most of the things I write, if that's even possible.

noooo, this sucks. Gonna be weird taking this site off my favorites toolbar. Especially going to miss the constant teasing of Murph, not to mention the hilarious recaps. But good luck, hope everything works out well. See ya around Jackson, hopefully at the Arby's next hat trick :)

Where am I supposed to find material once you leave? And Red Wings blogging is a family, not like mine but like the mob...you can't just walk away from us. Not without one more reference to quality breakfast cereals.

Anyway, the pleasure is always ours. Sometimes an obscene amount of pleasure, but ours nonetheless.

Thanks for all the great writeups and subsequent aLOL's you've given us!

But seriously, thanks for the laughs. And we'll see how long this retirement lasts when the playoffs comes around and twitter's 140 characters won't be enough to express your love for Larry Murphy's drunken analysis of the 3rd period of the Wings first playoff game.

This is coming so late that it's probably in vain, but we thank you for the kind words and well wishes. Like I said, while the day-to-day writing is done with, we'd still like to eventually post more videos here and/or on the YouTube channel, so you don't have to be all dramatic-like with the unbookmarking and all that. Although if you already did then I'm talking at air right now. Oh well.

haha, not in vain...the site is still in my favorites toolbar and I check it pretty frequently out of habit...Good luck in whatever you choose to do and thanks for the blog. here's a classic Murph clip for a sendoff http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GPRU7zNNv40

Give me a break, give me a break, breaking off a piece of your mom's front toothDoesn't quite have the flow I would like, but you get the idea.

And when it comes to countering "Drunk Mom Strength" 21 years of experience has taught me a few things. First attack in the morning, they are weaker then. Second, control the Old Milwaukee and you control the fight. And Third, for got sakes don't get in a ground battle! Agility works when on your feet, but when it goes to the ground it is like trying to fight Chewbacca.

I bet if Sara Jessica Parker had a blog, it'd be better than yours... Yeah, that's right, a woman with a fucking horse face is hypothetically better than you... Life is empty without your wit and charm...

In a flash of rage, he stretches out his hand and, harnessing the powers of his mind, twists the gates at the entrance. Watching from afar is a subversive Nazi official, who seeks to use the boy's power's for his personal gain. In a brutal scene, he has the boy dragged into his office

Haha. I am not related. I do lie and tell a lot of people I am related to Phil Mickelson though. Then I break their dreams and tell them he is an asshole. I don't know why I decided this is funny, but it is. And I am going to hold you to the Helm promise.

Thought I came across Tyler at the grocery store, so I kidnaped him and started to torture him ala that movie "Misery", which if you can believe they actually made a book out of, but I digress. So I'm torturing him right, bamboo under the fingernails, water boarding, anal rape, you know, the norm... And I'm telling him, you better start writing that fucking blog again funny boy, think your so fucking special and delicate, woe is me, I cant write new things every week, boo fucking hoo...Then it hits me, I've actually been torturing a small cat, I mean not even close to Tyler, boy was my face red.... I need to lay off the PCP,boy I tell you.

Were I the Moor I would not be Iago.In following him I follow but myself;Heaven is my judge, not I for love and duty,But seeming so for my peculiar end.For when my outward action doth demonstrateThe native act and figure of my heartIn compliment extern, ’tis not long afterBut I will wear my heart upon my sleeveFor daws to peck at. I am not what I am.